Chapter 35 Before the Moon Rises
Kattie’s POV
I left the hall before the session fully closed.
Not obviously. I waited long enough that it didn’t look like retreat, said something brief to Sena about a follow-up meeting, and walked out at a pace that said I have somewhere to be rather than I need to think.
I got to the corridor outside the west wing and stopped.
My hand went to the wall.
The date.
I had checked that letter twice before it was placed. Reviewed the patrol information, verified every reference, read it from beginning to end with the attention I gave to everything I couldn’t afford to get wrong. I had been careful. I was always careful.
Had I not checked the date against the schedule adjustment?
But it was one thing. One small thing I hadn’t thought to verify because it hadn’t occurred to me that she would think to look for it. That she would be looking for anything. That she would walk into that room already knowing.
I pressed my palm flat against the stone and breathed.
She had known about the date before the session started.
Which meant she had known about the letter before the warden arrived.
Which meant she had seen it. Been told about it. Or… and this was the thought that landed with the coldest weight—had been watching for it specifically. Had been watching for me specifically. Had known something was coming and positioned herself to meet it before it arrived.
I had underestimated her again.
Twice now.
I pushed off the wall and started walking because standing still was not something I could afford right now.
Sena fell into step beside me from around the corner. She had come out the other exit, which meant she had been waiting.
“The atmosphere in the room shifted,” she said.
“I saw.”
“Alpha Rhys didn’t intervene.”
“No.” I kept my pace even. “He asked for a full review. He’s delaying.”
“Lady Kattie…”
“I know what it looks like.” I stopped and faced her. My voice came out steadier than I expected, which was something. “I know where it appears to be going. But the full moon is tonight.” I held her gaze. “One night. Whatever Bella has managed to plant in that room — whatever those warriors are now turning over, it doesn’t change what a rising moon means for an unclaimed bond. The pack understands that in a way they can’t logic themselves out of. Whatever doubt she’s created, the moon creates more.”
Sena looked at me carefully. “And if Alpha Rhys still doesn’t act?”
I thought about the session.
Rhys at the front of the room. Composed. Still. His expression giving nothing away, which had always been his way, which I had always known how to read.
Except.
When Bella raised the date inconsistency, he had looked at the letter.
Not at Me. Not at Bella. At the letter —he wasn’t surprised. Like a man confirming something he had suspected rather than learning something new.
He hadn’t even looked at me once during the entire session.
I had read his restraint as political calculation. As an Alpha managing optics, needing to be seen following the right process before making a fast decision. I had read it that way because it was the reading that fit.
The realization arrived slowly, which was worse than if it had been sudden.
Restraint had a direction.
And for the first time, standing in this corridor with Sena watching my face carefully and the full moon hours away—I was not certain the direction was the one I had been assuming.
“He’ll act,” I said.
Because I needed to say it. Because the alternative was a shape I couldn’t afford to let fully form.
Sena nodded once and didn’t push, which was one of the things that made her useful.
“I need you to make sure the elders understand what an unclaimed bond at moonrise means for this pack’s standing with the Moon Goddess,” I said. “Caius already knows. The others need to hear it again — directly, tonight, before the assembly.”
“I’ll see to it.”
“And make sure they hear it early.” I met her eyes. “Before he has time to speak to them first.”
She left.
I stood in the corridor alone.
Ten seconds. I counted ten seconds to be completely still, to feel the shape of what I was standing in without moving through it, to let the cold weight of it sit in my chest without trying to manage it.
Then I started thinking again, because thinking was what I did, and stopping was not an option.
The plan was not failing. It was correcting. There was a difference and I needed to hold onto it.
But Bella had been ahead of me twice. Not by accident. Not by luck.
She was hunting me.
Quietly, carefully, without a wolf or a bond or a single piece of the power structure this pack ran on. With nothing but observation and patience and a mind that moved faster than I had given it credit for.
I had made the mistake of looking at what she was — human, powerless, an outsider with no standing, instead of watching what she did.
I wouldn’t make it again.
Tonight the moon would rise. Tonight the entire pack would assemble, and Rhys would stand at the front of it, and the elders would look at him with fifteen years of tradition and the weight of the Moon Goddess’s directive behind their eyes, and the pack would hold its breath.
And Rhys would have to do something.
I pressed my fingers against the wall one more time.
He’ll choose correctly, I told myself. He has to. He knows what’s at stake. He knows what this pack needs. He knows he needs me.
The thought that followed was quieter.
Barely a whisper.
What if he already made his choice, and I’m only finding out tonight?
I pushed it down.
There’s no way he’ll make such decisions.
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Rhys’s POV
One day had become one night.
I sat in my study as the light outside moved from afternoon to early evening, and I didn’t read the papers on my desk, and I didn’t send for anyone, and I didn’t do the dozen things that ordinarily filled the hours before a full moon assembly.
I just sat.
And thought about a letter with a date that didn’t match. About a woman who had stood in front of a room that wanted her to fail and had asked questions instead of making a single defense. About the way my wolf had lifted the moment her footsteps entered the hall outside, hours ago, and had not gone quiet since.
I thought about what Vela said: whatever is being hidden from you, it reacts like something deliberately kept out of reach.
I thought about Gerran saying: the bond fights to be known.
I thought about standing in the main hall forty-eight hours ago, Bella forty feet away, the pull in my chest so specific and so directional that I had stopped pretending it was anything other than what it was.
I picked up the letter.
Read the date. Read the patrol reference in the fourth line. Set it back down.
Six days ago.
Three days before the adjustment existed.
I had spent months telling myself I needed more certainty before I moved. More evidence. More understanding of what I was feeling before I let myself act on it. That was how I had always operated. Careful, deliberate, certain before committed.
But sitting in this chair with the evening light going orange through the window and the full moon hours away and my wolf steady and certain and aimed at something it had known far longer than I had …
I understood, finally, that I had been certain for a long time.
I had just been afraid of what certainty was going to cost me.
I stood up.
Crossed to the window.
The pack grounds below were already moving with purpose — pack members heading toward the assembly hall, torches being lit along the stone paths, the energy of a full moon night settling over Moonstone like weather. I had stood at this window before full moon assemblies my entire life. I knew the feeling of it. The weight and the expectation and the way the pack’s collective attention sharpened as the sky darkened.
Tonight it felt different.
Tonight they were going to look at me and expect an answer.
And for the first time in months, I had one.
I didn’t know yet what it was going to break. I didn’t know what it was going to cost — the pack’s confidence, the elder’s approval, the version of myself that had been carefully managed and controlled and certain of very little for a very long time.
But I knew what my wolf knew.
And I had spent long enough pretending otherwise.
I turned from the window, picked up my jacket from the chair, and left the study.
The moon was rising.
And I was done waiting for permission to know what I already knew.